If thou would'st hear the Nameless,
and will dive into the Temple-cave
of thine own self, there brooding by
the central altar, thou may'st happily
learn the Nameless hath a voice,
by which thou wilt abide, if thou be wise.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Out of the intensity of the consciousness of the individuality, the

individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into

boundless being; and this not a confused state, but the clearest of

the clear, the surest of the sure; utterly beyond words; where

death was an almost laughable impossibility, the loss of personality

(if so it were) seeming no extinction but the only true life.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson